Chapter 881: The Little Maid

How could Hanzo of the Salamander not know the thoughts of the Rain ninjas?

A powerful aura erupted from his body, and he swept his cold, piercing gaze across the Rain ninjas below.

In an instant, the Rain ninjas, who had been whispering to one another, fell silent.

After all, facing the hero of the Rain ninjas, the dignified demigod of the Ninja World, they lacked the courage to defy Hanzo.

Grumbling behind his back was already their limit.

"Hmph!"

"Do you truly believe there is still a way out at this point?!"

Hanzo of the Salamander shouted, his voice echoing throughout the entire valley.

Hearing Hanzo of the Salamander's thunderous, sobering voice, some of the Rain ninjas suddenly came to their senses.

That's right; even if they surrendered, how could Konoha possibly spare them, the rebels, after the war?

"Do not forget why we launched this war in the first place!"

"If we shrink back now, the Land of Rain will never have a future!!!"

"From this day forward, the descendants of the Land of Rain will suffer eternal oppression! Is this what you want?"

Hanzo of the Salamander reprimanded them bluntly, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Because he had just clearly seen that the one who had been arguing the loudest was none other than Shinda of the Salamander, who usually boasted of being "Hanzo's Right Hand."

This ninja with the yin-yang face had followed Hanzo of the Salamander as his right-hand man, fighting by his side until now.

Clearly, under the current setbacks, this "Right Hand of Hanzo" also seemed to have developed thoughts of retreat.

Hanzo of the Salamander's words forcibly stabilized the morale of the Rain ninjas; all of them stopped considering the idea of "surrendering if we can't win."

Seeing this, the disappointment in Hanzo of the Salamander's eyes did not diminish in the slightest, and a profound sense of powerlessness suddenly swept through his entire body.

There are some things that, even when the outcome is known to be doomed, must still be done.

Even without the matter involving Sunagakure, the Rain ninjas' food reserves could no longer support him in dragging this out any longer.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky; not a single ray of sunlight could be seen in the gloomy sky of the Land of Rain.

It was just like Hanzo of the Salamander's current state of mind—devoid of even a glimmer of hope.

*Pitter-patter. *

The incessant light rain tapped against the window glass of the house, leaving streaks of hazy water stains before slowly sliding down, the *drip-drop* sound transmitting into the room through the glass.

Inside the room, the fire in the fireplace was burning fiercely, and the plain furniture appeared extremely cozy against the backdrop of the warm firelight.

"Hoo."

Mizunuki Ryosuke sat casually on a bench with his legs crossed, unhurriedly picking up the hot tea on the table to take a sip, then exhaled a puff of hot air, looking incredibly comfortable.

Not only that, but behind him, a "diligent" little maid was "working without complaint" to provide Mizunuki Ryosuke with a massage.

After putting down the teacup, Mizunuki Ryosuke spoke slowly, his tone devoid of any politeness, as if he were ordering a servant girl around.

"The pressure is a bit light; move a bit lower."

Hearing this, Kurotsuchi, who was behind Mizunuki Ryosuke, suddenly stiffened, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid. ===== CHAPTER 883 =====